I had a good day. My 21st birthday, just yesterday! I wanted to bring this up because I finally got over a particular trauma related memory.
When I was little, there was a period of time me and my family had to live with our cousins because we had nowhere else to go. Unfortunately they treated us horribly. We were left in a freezing cold basement and when my mom would come from work, she had to sneak food in because they not only were not open to cook for us, but the quality was “very not good” to say the least.
Unfortunately due to being in the freezing cold basement, I started feeling very ill, to the point my skin was turning blue and my veins were popping out. (My mom later after my birthday took me to her friends house to recover)
For my birthday, I remember a cousin coming in with a metal bucket for me to vomit in, as well as a cheap vanilla cupcake. Since then, I absolutely hated cupcakes. My siblings would joke around with me all the time asking if I wanted a cupcake whenever we’d go shopping because they know I’d give a hard NO
I believe it was either last year or two years ago I actually started eating cupcakes again, and this year for my birthday, I ate cupcakes. Admittedly nervous about it hours before hand…I ate a cheap vanilla cupcake for my birthday, and it felt good.
That’s all, take care and if you read this, thanks for stopping by